Chapter 89
The step was cold, but Logan's hand on her neck was hot. His breath fanned her lips as she considered his question. Elation and arousal building, she took in the features of his face. The way his nostrils flared slightly when he was turned on. The way his lips twitched as he stared at hers. The funny little tick he developed in his jaw the longer his question went unanswered. “Yes.”
“Then why do you keep doing it?”
“My turn,” she admonished. If this was a game of tit for tat, she already had her question ready. “Why are you here?” Needing the answer to that, she waited as he frowned.
“I needed to see you,” he replied carefully.
She brought her lips to his, brushing them softly once, twice, delighting in the breath he sucked in. “That's a good start,” she mimicked.
